A Poem by Thayne Whipple
Rainbow's End
Feb 25, 2016
In a trenchcoat 'neath a streetlight,
On a corner in the dark.
On a cold steel bench at midnight,
With the lovers in the park.
On a fog swept pier at sunset,
Waiting for some clearer skies -
Live the world's still hopeful losers.
Have you listened to their cries?
Have you been out there past bedtime,
In the city on the street?
It's a jungle, so they tell me,
Getting licked until your beat.
But the strongest seem to make it,
On their cunning they depend.
It's a life of dreams and nightmares.
Destination: Rainbow's End.
On a corner in the dark.
On a cold steel bench at midnight,
With the lovers in the park.
On a fog swept pier at sunset,
Waiting for some clearer skies -
Live the world's still hopeful losers.
Have you listened to their cries?
Have you been out there past bedtime,
In the city on the street?
It's a jungle, so they tell me,
Getting licked until your beat.
But the strongest seem to make it,
On their cunning they depend.
It's a life of dreams and nightmares.
Destination: Rainbow's End.
Chasing rainbow after rainbow
Looking for that pot of gold.
Fighting odds and taking punches,
It's that same old tale retold.
Rainbow's End, I've got to make it!
Rainbow's End, I'm almost there!
Rainbow's End - the magic gateway
To a new life free from care.
Looking for that pot of gold.
Fighting odds and taking punches,
It's that same old tale retold.
Rainbow's End, I've got to make it!
Rainbow's End, I'm almost there!
Rainbow's End - the magic gateway
To a new life free from care.
In a tricked out Maserati, cruising highway number one,
On their yachts they spend their Sundays,
Sipping soda in the sun.
They wear french designer track shoes,
Live in mansions in Bel-Air,
Ride in chauffeur driven golf carts,
Live their lives without a care.
Have you seen them in the movies?
Have you seen them where they meet?
Have you seen them in their limos,
Sporting fashions, looking neat?
They're the ones who make the papers.
They're the ones that set the trends.
It's a life of dreams and nightmares.
Destination: Rainbow's End.
On their yachts they spend their Sundays,
Sipping soda in the sun.
They wear french designer track shoes,
Live in mansions in Bel-Air,
Ride in chauffeur driven golf carts,
Live their lives without a care.
Have you seen them in the movies?
Have you seen them where they meet?
Have you seen them in their limos,
Sporting fashions, looking neat?
They're the ones who make the papers.
They're the ones that set the trends.
It's a life of dreams and nightmares.
Destination: Rainbow's End.
Catching rainbow after rainbow.
Cashing in that pot of gold.
Beating odds with lucky hunches,
It's that same old tale retold.
Rainbows end I've got to make it!
Cover up those battle scars,
For a world without horizon,
Rainbow stairway to the stars.
Cashing in that pot of gold.
Beating odds with lucky hunches,
It's that same old tale retold.
Rainbows end I've got to make it!
Cover up those battle scars,
For a world without horizon,
Rainbow stairway to the stars.
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